tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post4138367164096376165..comments2007-04-26T10:43:39.206+01:00Wrijuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794890487028738174noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-75763664888952160872007-04-26T10:43:00.000+01:002007-04-26T10:43:00.000+01:00Priyankari:<BR/>You make me feel like I just won the oscar :)<BR/>Thank you so much, but seriously I doubt if I am even half as good as that.<BR/><BR/>Shakhi:<BR/>You have no idea how much backlog I have. All the places I still need to write about!<BR/>Yes I am very passionate about traveling :)Wrijuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794890487028738174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-19482063954187938402007-04-25T13:59:00.000+01:002007-04-25T13:59:00.000+01:00I wish I had travelled as much as you have....Today I just checked out your travellougues....in too blue a mood today to read anything serious..will check your poems and other posts tomorrow...that's a promise I have made to myself...:-)Shakhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12301774032003893246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-21428728102003839342007-04-25T09:43:00.000+01:002007-04-25T09:43:00.000+01:00Absolutely great one!<BR/><BR/>Your poems have such an energy and strength in them that they seem to stab in the face...love them for this...<BR/>The same for this one too...the despair hits...<BR/><BR/>Lovely pics too!Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-21800726777200908342007-04-23T13:13:00.000+01:002007-04-23T13:13:00.000+01:00A Process too Complicated to Explain (P2C2E) ;)<BR/>Courtesy Salman Rushdie...Wrijuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794890487028738174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-32947790866814052982007-04-23T12:13:00.000+01:002007-04-23T12:13:00.000+01:00no, she's just lost..quarter life crisis :) what is a P2C2E???<BR/>btw, when's the erotica coming up?Tell me no more of enchanted dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323202581830007371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-87679450818382701812007-04-23T08:32:00.000+01:002007-04-23T08:32:00.000+01:00Vasu:<BR/>I guess it is a bit Kafkaesque because of the hint of despair in it. I thought it wasn't good at all as I am writing after such a long hiatus. I am so glad you liked it :)<BR/><BR/>How:<BR/>Yes I finally found time ;) You know all about it.<BR/><BR/>Eric:<BR/>Elephant back seemed more appropriate for my grand come back. <BR/>That's from a tea garden actually. There might have been an idyllic tea estate house somewhere in the background.<BR/><BR/>No More:<BR/>I must have inherited some of your DNA (don't ask how as it is a P2C2E). That would prove all your theories :)Wrijuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10794890487028738174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-87014703785867950582007-04-23T08:16:00.000+01:002007-04-23T08:16:00.000+01:00this is so much like a poem i wrote years back..the stranger, the elevator..the same words..freaky..just that in my case the stranger was God...duno if it makes any sense..if u read it, u wld...Tell me no more of enchanted dayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323202581830007371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-2334009557594003712007-04-22T20:20:00.000+01:002007-04-22T20:20:00.000+01:00Hey! You are back! And on an elephant!<BR/><BR/>I like the tenth photo with the trees. It reminds me of an approach to a grand estate that existed a few centuries ago, where now, only the trees survive.[eric]http://www.blogger.com/profile/04572099256911725997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-88091996388274832632007-04-22T18:21:00.000+01:002007-04-22T18:21:00.000+01:00wow! you so decided to post again?! <BR/><BR/>The pics are all lovely, as usual :-)How do we knowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01763488475931737293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15636187.post-5370815264433296502007-04-22T17:07:00.000+01:002007-04-22T17:07:00.000+01:00"It is then that I hear the knock on the door,<BR/>Of the stranger waiting outside.<BR/>Within the elevator, I exist,<BR/>Locked and trapped in measured space.<BR/>He always waits outside."<BR/><BR/>I love it! I love it! (Can I say that once more?)<BR/><BR/>I LOVE IT :-)<BR/><BR/>So Kafkaesque! <BR/><BR/>Have you ever dared to let that stranger in? <BR/><BR/>Tell me if you ever did.Vasuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04328507690873687935noreply@blogger.com